I feel like I’m waiting for something more. I can’t concentrate on anything. I start things, and can’t finish them. The things I do for fun can’t keep my interest. I can barely finish a thought. I don’t know why I’m writing this, as I’m bored already and off in other things internally. But what? But what? It’s like waiting for Godot. Expectation of something more. Dissatisfaction with the state of the world. Dissatisfaction with everything.
I’m just wasting time until…?